The eye is a window of the heart,
a doorway to the soul.
Where one may find treasures of life
surpassing the wealth of fine gold.
The innocent look in the eyes of a child
with the hope, excitement, or joy,
May be deeply stirred in a moment’s time
by nothing more than a toy.
The sincere gaze of guileless eyes,
their integrity, peace, and love;
Inspire a noble quality of life,
akin to that above.
The hatred glare of angry eyes,
so rigid, harsh, and cold;
And insecurity with which they’re fraught
takes mercy from the soul.
The look of love, that priceless stare,
that’s tender, kind, and warm.
With a message more eloquently told
than a thousand tongues has borne.
The look of home in the eyes of saints,
even when death draws near,
Reveals an assurance born of faith
that conquers all doubts and fear.
Poems of Promise for People in Pain, Thomas H. Holland